The super bowl landed right in the wake of some crazy times for our family. Extra children, a new dog, and Grace and I had just returned from youth conference. I wish I had time to write about my giant freak-out right before we left for that...maybe some other day, but let's just say that I don't do well with lack of sleep for days on end.
So instead of joining with anyone else to watch the big game, I suggested having our own family party (with my brother Josh of course, because he counts as immediate family as far as we're concerned:).
I figure Dave's love of football really isn't going to go away (ha!) and that all of us girls should really know how it's played a little better. Sure, we know it just fine...each team is trying to get their ball to their end zone, but we needed to up our game. So rather than distract from the game by having extra people around we actually love having our own little family dealio.
And then we settled in prizes and some rewards on the line for touch downs and great plays for "our" teams (we were divided on who we wanted to win).
There was just something about that night, all together, just us, even with Bo snuggles here and there, where after that craziest-week-ever all seemed to be right in the world.